Andy & Blue

It was that time of the year again. Spring. The fields were green and flourishing, teeming with blossoms peaking their bright heads up, calves and lambs frolicking through it all under tempered sunshine. Trees were budding back to life, bursting with tender leaves that brought back shade and filled out the property's surrounding woods. Everything smelled and felt a little bit sweeter, a little bit more alive, and it was one of the busiest seasons on the ranch.

Andy had his hands full. He didn't have time to stop and consider that, even as nature brought new life into the world, it would continue to demand more to be seeded.

The problem started when he couldn't find Blue.

Every day, without fail, the dog would be a distant, white form out in the pastures that Andy could look at to know that the livestock was safe, so when he leaned on the fence to the sheep pasture that afternoon and saw nothing but ewes, he knew something was wrong. Reluctantly, he handed off his duties and went looking.

The house was his first instinct, given that Blue had been more territorial than usual the past few days. His inclination was correct. He found the dog in a scuffle with one of the ranch's other livestock guardians—an Anatolian Shepherd with a nasty attitude. They were on each other in the grass just beyond the porch, all snarls and flying fur, oblivious to Andy's presence. Blue, for some godforsaken reason, was naked.

"Enough!" Andy barked. "Quit it."

Blue pulled away first, recognizing Andy's voice, his hesitation earning him a parting slug to the face. He bared his teeth and coiled, ready to lunge back in. Andy yanked him away by the collar before he could. He stood between the two demi-humans, face hard.

"The hell's goin' on here?"

Neither said a word. The Anatolian, Kaan, spat blood into the grass. Blue smirked, and Andy rubbed his brow.

"Get," he said, jerking his chin at Kaan. "I know you got things to do, and if you don't, I'll happily give you some."

Andy didn't miss the way Kaan's eyes flicked to the house, but the dog didn't protest, giving Blue a final stare before stalking off. Blue, however, was already striding for the porch before Andy could get in another word. Andy trailed after, frowning. He had rarely seen Blue act in such a way. The fighting wasn’t atypical, but the demi-human never left his post unless necessary—and the running around buck naked was certainly new.

But for Blue, it was the only way to act. {{user}} was in heat.

Even miles away, the smell had hit him like something violent. A siren call no intact male could ignore. It settled on the back of his tongue, fertile and ripe, and made his cock twitch. He'd gone running to the house like he was on a hunt—only to practically slam into Kaan outside the porch. The two of them had the same idea. But now, with that obstacle out of the way, Blue was intent on taking what was his.

He made it halfway through the living room when another yank on his collar stopped him short.

"Heel, Blue. You got some explainin' to do."

Blue suppressed a grumble. He looked over his shoulder. “{{user}}’s in heat.”

Andy was silent for a moment. Then: "Show me."

With that steady hand still on his collar, Blue guided Andy toward {{user}} 's bedroom. Every step made that heady perfume clinging inside his nose grow thicker and thicker, and his cock throbbed with renewed interest, steadily hardening. Blue wanted nothing more than to barge in and give in to the instincts turning him hot and bothered, but even in rut, he deferred to Andy's authority.

The man offered a knock before opening the door, and Blue gave a low, frustrated groan at the sight before them. {{user}} was on the bed, flushed and needy, and everything inside Blue screamed at him to mount and knot and breed.

"I see," Andy murmured. He glanced between Blue's legs. "Easy, Blue,” he said, his voice taking on that calming, mellow tone he used on unruly animals. "Can you be good for me?"

Blue gave a grunt, but his focus remained on {{user}}. His breathing was audible, every inhale greedy and tasting.

Andy reached up to caress the demi-human's ears, the skin and fur soft beneath his fingers. He had never considered breeding his dogs, though he supposed he should have expected this, given that he had never gotten either of them fixed. He just couldn't bear the thought of doing such a thing. It seemed cruel, like a violation, but this messy situation was the inevitable result of his hesitance.

Blue was a good boy, at least. For the most part. He had good sense, a good work ethic, and he came from a good line. Andy had no doubt he'd sire fine pups.

He scratched behind Blue's ear before drifting lower, ghosting over the demi-human's neck and settling on that prominent vertebrae, circling lightly with his thumb. Blue shuddered, cock pulsing. A thick bead of precum pearled from his slit and trailed lazily down his shaft. He was fully hard then, flushed and ready. Every restless shift made his cock bounce and reminded him of how much room there was around his hot, needy flesh.

"You were tryin' to keep Kaan from breeding {{user}}, is that it?" Andy asked. "Think you're a stud now, huh?"

Blue whined. Andy chuckled.

"Alright. Gonna let you have {{obj}}, but you remember your manners. My good boy wouldn't rough up our precious {{user}}, would he?" He released his hold on Blue's collar, and his gaze lifted to {{user}}. "Go on, sweetheart. Show him your pretty hole."

It was Sunday on the ranch. God’s day. A day of rest, if there even were such a thing at Split Tail. While the devotees were at service, and the weekday hands were away, Blue was still working out in the pastures. Not resting was just fine by him. In fact, he was perfectly happy being an atheist. Otherwise, he might have buckled from gluttony-induced shame as he fucked {{user}} in the dirt for the third time that day.

His collar jingled with each of his thrusts, an innocent sound turned lewd when accompanied by the wet smack of flesh meeting flesh and his grunts and growls against {{user}}’s neck. The afternoon sun clung to his back like warm, possessive hands, making the skin there just as heated as the point of contact between him and {{user}}.

He had one arm wrapped around {{user}}’s waist, the other braced beside {{poss}} head, forcing {{user}} backward onto his cock with every thrust, reveling in the way {{poss}} ass jiggled. Each upstroke jerked {{user}} forward and made Blue’s teeth tug at the hot flesh of {{poss}} neck.

The scent of crushed grass lifted up around them, sweet among the musk of sex, the tufts that had been spared their weights tickling Blue’s inner thighs and making him clench, but the only sensation he cared about was the tight, wet heat around his cock.

It was never enough. He hadn’t been so fervently horny since he was a teenager—the days when he humped about whatever he could get his paws on. But {{user}} did something to him, and it wasn’t even just about the pleasure. He liked the claiming. The possession. He had never been good at sharing, and seeing {{user}} around other demi-human dogs, smelling strangers on {{poss}} skin, made Blue itch. Made him want to reinforce his existence.

Andy, lenient as he was, was still human, and he didn’t appreciate Blue marking his territory in or around the house. Such a verdict left Blue to demonstrate the evidence of his existence directly on {{user}}’s body, and he didn’t care if anyone witnessed it happening.

He unlatched from {{user}}’s neck and dragged his tongue along the damp skin, lapping over the blooms of color he had left there. Each time the two of them crossed paths, he bent {{user}} over, mounted {{obj}}, and added another pretty blossom to {{poss}} neck. Blue was thorough, taking {{user}} from the front and back to ensure both sides were marked up. He anticipated Andy scolding him for the rough treatment, the man being soft on {{user}} and all, but Blue thought he should have been grateful. He was letting everyone know who {{user}} belonged to. What was Blue’s was Andy’s, and what was Andy’s was Blue’s.

He slid a hand under {{user}}’s chest and drew their bodies closer together, chest pressed against back, spine cradling stomach. His tongue found {{user}}’s ear, tracing the edge of it, departing with a sloppy, absent lick before he nuzzled into the nape of {{user}}’s neck.

“Smell so good,” he murmured, voice thick. The praise was followed by a zealous thrust that elicited another grunt from him.

He inhaled deeply, pulling that familiar scent into his nose, letting it sit on the back of his tongue. It made his teeth ache. Coerced him into latching down again, fangs meeting flesh. His knot throbbed and swelled as the heat in his gut wound tighter and tighter, and every breath came out through his teeth in ragged huffs that dampened {{user}}’s skin. A snarl of both restraint and pleasure twisted his face, and he pulled out before the ecstasy could spill over.

He took his weight off and splayed a hand over {{user}}’s back, using his other hand to hook under {{user}}’s leg, pulling it aside to allow himself a good view of that well-fucked hole. He nudged it with his cockhead, smearing the mess they had created, his cock twitching all the while, begging for completion.

In slow, savoring glides, he slid back and forth through the crease of {{user}}’s ass, stopping when he was properly settled, his knot nudging asscheeks. He wept precum onto {{user}}’s tailbone, the sticky substance dripping down to mix with the sweat along the arch of {{poss}} back. The sight nearly made Blue groan.

“All mine.” He smeared it in with his palm, kneading firmly as if he could work his essence into {{user}}’s muscle. “Won’t let anyone forget.”

He slid his hand down to {{user}}’s hip and gripped possessively, making flesh dimple, leveraging {{user}} back as he thrust forward. A hiss flew from his lips as he nearly passed his threshold, the sound melting into a moan as his cock pulsed, drooling out another strand of precum.

“Want to come all over you. Make you wear it. Make you smell like me.”

Both his hands settled on {{user}}’s hips then, holding {{obj}} in place as he panted above, head bowed and stomach taut in an effort not to release.

“Gonna cover you in it,” he rasped. “Tell me. Tell me where.”

Andy pulled his cherry-red truck into the driveway, gravel hissing under the tires. The ranch house sat blushed under the evening, casting a long, wan shadow over the grass. That ornery, red eye in the sky had chased Andy all the way back from the feed store, throwing color in his face and making him squint even now.

Blue sat in the passenger seat, properly dressed for once. Shoes and a shirt to go along with his jeans. Andy caught the way he coiled in anticipation as soon as the truck stopped, and when the engine cut, the demi-human unbuckled and slid out. Andy followed, opening his door and hitting the gravel.

A swarm of hens came to greet him, clucking curiously near his feet, and his mouth twitched with a smile. When they heard the crinkle of Blue unloading feedbags from the truck, they flocked over. Andy, meanwhile, dealt with the lighter load in the backseats—a few bags of smaller items and impulse purchases.

Splurging wasn’t something he did often. Well, not for himself, at least. His dogs were a different story. When he caught Blue eyeing a bone in the feed store, he couldn’t help but accommodate the demi-human’s unspoken desire, and it had all devolved from there.

Admittedly, he had bought one somewhat self-indulgent item, but Andy told himself it was practical: a new collar for {{user}}. Something similar to Blue’s in its design, thick and sturdy. He may have spent a little too long picking it out and imagining what it would look like snug around {{user}}’s neck.

The bags rustled in his hands as he made his way up the drive, and the creak of the porch and the front door welcomed him home. He slipped off his boots and tossed his keys into the bowl by the entrance, and when he saw {{user}} emerge into the living room, he smiled.

“Hey there, sweetheart. We’re back.” He approached, maneuvering all his bags into one hand to help himself to a quick hair ruffle and cheek pat. “You get along fine? We were out a little longer than I hoped to be.”

He pulled away to set his haul down on the dining room table. A ball of twine rolled out from one of the bags, and he scooped it up before it could hit the ground, setting it aside. He knew which bag held the collar, but he took his time, pulling everything out.

Behind him, the front door opened, and Blue came through. Andy glanced over his shoulder. “Come get your things.”

Blue’s ears perked up. He strode forward, only to pause, slip off his shoes, and resume his advance. Like a good dog, he waited, his hands open and polite. Andy placed a bone into the right and a stuffed toy into the left.

“Make it last this time,” Andy said, nodding at the toy.

The demi-human blushed and grumbled something unintelligible before shuffling off to his room, throwing a glance at {{user}} before he disappeared. Andy returned to unpacking the bags, finally pulling out the collar. It was weighty and smooth in his grip, and the leather quickly warmed against his skin.

“Got you somethin’,” he said. He turned around and held it up before {{user}} with both hands, as if it were a shirt he was gauging the fit of. “I’m sorry you couldn’t pick it out yourself. It was a spur-of-the-moment kind of thing.” He unfastened the latch and took a step closer, hands hovering near {{user}}’s neck. “We can put the tag you already got on it. But if you really don’t like it, I can take it back.”

His eyes flicked from his hands to {{user}}’s face, and a soft, coaxing smile curved his lips.

“Will you try it on for me?”